Again, I didn't forget about you guys. I don't know why y'all be thinking that🙄. I could never forget about y'all😏.
Y/N's Pov
Right about when Natasha is about to take my shirt off, I get a wave of nausea. I hurry up and run into her kitchen towards the trash can. When I get there, I immediately throw up. I throw up for quite a while when I feel a hand rub up and down on my back and that raspy voice.
Natasha: Let it out. Let it out.
I indeed do let it out. To save your guys' appetite, I won't describe how it looked. Just know I threw up for about five minutes.
Once I'm finally done throwing up, I collapse on the floor with my back against the cabinets. Natasha leaves my side and comes back with a paper towel and some water. She wipes the throw up off of my mouth.
Natasha: *teasing tone* You know, you could've told me my breath stank instead of throwing up. That really hurt my feelings.
I shake my head and laugh at her antics. Ouch. I need to stop shaking my head.
Y/N: Trust me, your breath didn't stink.
Natasha: I know, I'm just kidding. Here, drink some water.
I lightly shake my head to avoid it hurting anymore than it already is.
Natasha: Don't shake your head at me, Y/N. It'll help you feel better.
She's such a demanding person. Finally, I give in when I think of an idea.
Y/N: Can I drink it through a straw?
She makes a "really" face before getting up to get a straw. Once she gets back, she puts the straw into the bottle and holds it out.
Natasha: Is this better?
I laugh and nod my head before taking tiny sips. After drinking as much as I can, I give her the water bottle back.
Natasha: Come on, let's get you on the couch.
Y/N: I can't get up.
Natasha: I was going to help you, dipshit.
Y/N: Oh. Hey! That's rude! I don't call you names like that.
She laughs at me and tries to help me up. Keyword: TRIES
Natasha: Y/N, I can't help you if you don't help me.
Y/N: You're calling me fat gain and give me a second.
Natasha: I'm not calling you fat but whatever.
I just laugh at her before helping her help me off the floor. Once I finally get up, I lean on the counter for support.
Natasha: How about we get you to the couch, so you can rest while I clean up your mess?
Y/N: Yeah, that would be great.
She smiles at me before wrapping her arms around my waist and torso. I wrap mine around her shoulders as we walk slowly but surely back into the living room. Once we get to the couch, she gently lays me down.
Natasha: Ok, I'm going to clean up your mess and take out the trash. Lay here and don't move.
Y/N: Wait! Give me a kiss first!
Natasha: What? No, I'm not giving you a kiss.
Y/N: Why not?
Natasha: You just threw up?
Y/N: Pleaaasssseee!
As I'm trying desperately to get a kiss from her, I'm giving her my best puppy dog eyes. She just stares at me before rolling her eyes and huffing.
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Professor Romanoff's Athlete (Natasha Romanoff x Male Reader)
FanfictionY/N L/N was the best point guard at Midtown High School, so he got a full ride to the University of Michigan with his best friend, Peter Parker. After a year and a half of being there, their favorite professor leaves to go teach at a different colle...
